“You should send your son to that kind of school. As a teacher, you can’t even educate your students properly. As a mother, you can’t even educate your own son. What right do you have to preach at school? I really don’t know how someone like you managed to sneak into the ranks of teachers!” Michael Bolton looked at Emily Thompson with a contemptuous expression, as if she were ignorant of the law.

“You... you...” Emily Thompson was left speechless by Michael Bolton, burning with anger. In this matter, they were clearly in the wrong; no matter how you looked at it, they were the ones at fault.

Now that Michael Bolton had taken the initiative, her usual tricks were useless.

“Oh, oh, get lost! You can’t even educate your own son, and you still dare to act arrogant!”

“Get out, go back to your first-year class!”

Immediately, the students in the class started to jeer. After all, these young people were at the age where they loved to stir up trouble, wishing for more incidents to spice up the otherwise boring life of senior year.

The monotonous, endless studying had made them weary, but today, so many exciting things had happened in a row, making their blood boil with excitement.

With Michael Bolton taking the lead, they suddenly felt emboldened. Besides, Emily Thompson had a terrible reputation at school—even students in the senior year who weren’t in her class had heard about her.

Physical punishment and scolding students were commonplace. The new first-year students didn’t dare to go against her at all, but now, after being slapped several times by Michael Bolton and left speechless, it was simply awesome.

Of course, the word “awesome” wasn’t very popular yet, but that didn’t stop the students from feeling that way.

Chapter 8: The Solution

Seeing that she couldn’t get her way, Emily Thompson had no choice but to slink out of the classroom, leaving only Jason Bolton standing awkwardly at the door—unable to leave, unable to stay. The authority of the class monitor had been completely shattered today, leaving only the image of a petty villain, which stood in stark contrast to Michael Bolton’s actions.

In the end, Jason Bolton could only grit his teeth and return to his seat, pretending nothing had happened.

The class immediately burst into laughter. Michael Bolton sat back in his chair, rubbing his forehead as he began to think. He had originally thought this was just a minor scuffle between kids—no big deal, no one was seriously hurt, nothing lasting, just a trivial matter. But what Emily Thompson had just done gave him a revelation: he didn’t see it as a big deal, but that didn’t mean others would treat it the same way.

That Emily Thompson was clearly the type to fiercely protect her own, and the father of Robert Brooks, who hadn’t shown up yet—the school’s discipline director—probably wouldn’t let this go either. He was just away on a business trip for now, but once he returned, he’d likely come after Michael Bolton first.

The position of discipline director at a school isn’t exactly high, but it’s not insignificant either. Even though Michael Bolton was in the right, if the director insisted, this was still a fighting incident. Expelling Michael Bolton was impossible, but giving him a demerit was entirely doable. With only one semester left in senior year, there’d be no time to erase it—it would follow him to university, and might even affect his college entrance.

This was something Michael Bolton absolutely could not allow. Even though he didn’t care much about which university he attended, this was about fulfilling his parents’ dream—nothing could go wrong.

Although Robert Brooks would definitely get a punishment too, maybe even a harsher one, it didn’t matter—Robert Brooks was already in his fifth year of high school, and going on to a sixth or seventh year wouldn’t make a difference.

The other side definitely wouldn’t let him off. Michael Bolton had to strike first—he had to bring the director down before he returned. Without the discipline director leading the charge, everything else at school would be much simpler.

Very quickly, Michael Bolton had a plan in mind. Robert Brooks’s father wasn’t clean—over the years, he’d embezzled and taken bribes totaling several million. A few years later, when the case broke and the prosecutors investigated, it all came out.

Many people later couldn’t believe it—a mere high school discipline director could embezzle millions. For ordinary people, that was an astronomical figure. On TV, even when some bureau chiefs or department-level officials got caught, it was only a few million or ten million at most. Could it be that they were worse than a high school discipline director?

Of course not. In fact, the numbers released for embezzlement and bribery, considering the impact and the government’s image, were often only a tenth or even a fraction of the real amount.

Later, when Michael Bolton once returned to his alma mater, he heard from old classmates that the incident had caused a huge stir at the time, so it left a deep impression.

The prosecutors had found the account books on the lawn beside a villa owned by The Brooks Family in the suburbs. All the records of The Brooks Family’s embezzlement and bribery over the years were kept there. If he hadn’t spoken up, who would have thought the account books were hidden there?

So, he would bring about the downfall of The Brooks Family ahead of time. Once The Brooks Family fell, everything else would be easy!

Villa, stolen goods, discipline inspection, downfall!

Michael Bolton wrote these words on a blank sheet of paper, drawing a few arrows. Only he could understand it; no one else could.

Then Michael Bolton started writing lyrics again—he had to finish these ten songs first.